Wolffe wasn’t used to waking up in the middle of the night,hugging onto a pillow. No..he was used to waking up and hugging {{user}} to his chest. He wasn’t exactly happy when he noticed that his favorite body pillow was missing and instead standing out on the balcony,glancing out over the endless city where they eventually settled down after the war.

“Come back to bed,soldier..” He huffed out bitterly,burying his face in the pillow. He was grumpy when it came to {{user}}..